Jill in her more innocent, pre-counseling days
Now I really hate symptoms because if you have one it means that something is going crazy haywire somewhere in your inward innards where you can’t see, even with a magnifying mirror angled just so. A symptom is dire.
Jill: Blogging...(dramatic pause) is a diagnosable symptom.
Me: (Swallowing noisily, slugging down some diet coke) Am I going to die?
Jill: No, it just means you are exhibiting behaviors that would lead to a diagnosis.
Me: Oh, whew. A diagnosis isn’t so bad.
Because we are PFFs, she didn’t tell me what the diagnosis is, and frankly, I don’t want to know because I am only half way down my bucket list and it is a really deep bucket.